Sadie, Someday...

Chapter 26 - Someday...

Chapter 26
Someday…

A/N - I can't believe this is the end! It's always hard letting go of my characters, especially because Sadie's character was so close to me and I sort of used myself to write through her, I guess you could say. Some of my fans have approached me saying that this has showed them that things will get better, someone is always there...things like that. Those are the types of things I wanted you guys to get from this novel. I've been through things like depression and such, so I know how it feels to think that there's NOTHING left there for you to grab onto. But I hope now that I was able to make some of you see that there's always something there to keep you anchored to the world, whether it be small or larger than yourself. So keep your heads up and your best foot forward, always let someone know what's going on (whomever you're comfortable with) and always remember that there's always another day, another chance to create something better for yourself. Also, I have a novel out entitled Bullet if you're interested! Thank you all so much for the support with reading/voting/commenting & I love you all! I hope you like the ending :) - xoxo Jess

“You can take everything I have, You can break everything I am, Like I'm made of glass, Like I'm made of paper, Go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground, Like a skyscraper.” ~ Skyscraper – Demi Lovato

All I could hear were the laughs and joking words coming from everyone around me. The scrapes of forks against glass plates and slurps from the boys at the table filled my ears and all I could do was smile.

It was the first family dinner we had in years.

Isla was finished the soccer season, only briefly speaking of the championship game while everyone laughed around her. The night that I came home from therapy with a somewhat new head on my shoulders, she pulled me into her room and said she was sorry for telling Mom and Dad about my emotional breakdown. She knew she lied and said she only did it because she was scared I’d do something drastic and she’d never be able to forgive herself. We were far from the loving sisters that we should have been, that thought years away from this moment, but we were making progress, which was better than nothing.

My dad was far less talkative and emotional than my mom and Isla. Before dinner started, he clapped a hand on the top of my head and mussed up my hair. He didn’t say a single word or whisper encouragement or ‘I’m proud of you’ in my ear. But it was his small way of saying he was here if I needed him, just by a simple childish touch to the head. I knew one day he would come around and be the father I expected him to be, encouraging and willing to include himself in the things that I liked to do like he had done with my brother and sister. It would just take him far longer than it took my mom.

“Remember that time Sadie face planted into the pile of dog poop when me and Cade were playing football? She wanted to play so bad that she tried to get in front of me to catch the ball, but it ended up hitting her in the face and making her fall,” Mason laughed on as he chewed up his steak.

My jaw dropped playfully at his words and I balled up my napkin that was in my lap, throwing it at his face. He smirked at me beneath his pile of vegetables on his fork, winking in my direction.

We continued like that all throughout the meal, name dropping and playfully pointing fingers in the direction of the child with the most humiliating memories from the past. I had never laughed that much in a single sitting, not even when I was around Cade.

I knew nothing would be better in the coming days, weeks or maybe even months. But what I did know was that I had two episodes since my last doctor’s visit and I was able to talk myself out of them. It took me quite a while, having to remind myself of the more positive, better, aspects of my life that could kick the voices out. But I made it through by the skin of teeth. It was progress. It was simple, individual progress that I had made on my own.